Phantasmagoria

I thought of what my world should be; of how being a colibri has brought me only sorrow…The first time I saw the other birds flying, my heavy body was stuck to the ground…

“These useless wings” - I thought - “My body. It makes me sick";

Better. It can be better…

What's wrong with me?

With me? With the body?

“Achievable goals” - they said

So I’m starting to fly, to let go; Of myself?

A bird, like the rest; I will be! 

And smaller and smaller I grew…

Less space, less weight; my body, myself. My world. Not an illusion at all..

“The wind?” - they asked

No wind.

My wings are so fast, I don't feel them. I feel nothing, At last! So fast!

My heart is going so fast. Bam. ti. di. bam…

A yellow light appears at night

Moonlight…

Headlights!

Another bird on the side of the road…

 "Hello?" It was not me anymore

I soar!

"How queer it all must have seemed"...